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Sunday, February 25, 2007
i had my first soccer match today. i was so nervous. i couldnt sleep at all, which is why i'm so tired today. and then the bad thing happened. my period started. so period + nervousness + cold drink + stupidity to drink cold water = bad bad stomach ache. but i managed to hold on throughout the day. first match was against nus which we drew 0-0. (i played left wing.) they were dominating throughout and we were almost always playing defensive. i was quite blur because i didnt know if i should stay or go back and defend, should i run there and tackle, should i run that far up, and blah.. endless worries for me, made me very stressed and pissed with myself. second match was against rp. i do not like them because they kept hitting my v-----. do i look like a guy to you? now i know why guys have guards for the area around there. (for the first half i played right back, and second half i played right forward.) their goal was a fluke. DIE DIE DIE! but it was still a goal. fishing shit. we were saved by a very nice free kick though and the game ended 1-1. ref is blind i tell you. he didnt see the other handball. he needs specs. REFEREE KAYU! ):third match was against njc. (i played right forward.) wasted opportunities. passing to opponents. i have no idea what i'm doing. confused with my position. flattened b**bs when chesting the ball. (i am sad. there's dumb and dumber, now there's small and smaller.) running up down left right like a monkey. tired i am. and there's fishing school tmr. well. it ended 0-0. and we got third in our group so we couldn't move on. i hate to lose. i really really hate to. DIE DIE DIE!i think the worst outcome is to draw. to neither win nor lose. to be so close and yet not at all. to have this feeling. if only i did this, if only i did that. that sucks. i am sad but happy. makes sense? no. happy because i feel that we did pretty well. sad because we didnt make the cut, when i really thought we could and should have. i love my soccer team mates. (although i am not very sociable and have probably only one friend there.) make senses? no, didnt think so.. D:
;3:45 AM
Monday, February 19, 2007
forgot to mention about my results. well to me. i think its great. i mean there's significant improvement and i passed both sciences. :D i have a feeling i got the wrong results. heh. history? the one which i wrote world peace and look.. literature? the one which i didnt have the book for 1 and 5/6 of the year. BUT i did study for the olevels. (who wouldn't?) fortunately, i retook chinese, it improved by a grade. NO ONE GO TJC. i have a feeling that i wont end up there, if i do, i'll run around butt naked (then i'll be kicked out of tj, gay shit.) now, i'm crossing my fingers for my posting. please please. if i dont end up in tj at least let me end up in mj thats what i'm counting on. if i go to tpj or the rest of my choices (even if i did select them) i'll be really disappointed. i think i ought to go wish on stars, the sun, the moon, my bear..forgot to mention about the most idiotic person in my life right now.well. everything is alright. except for a person i'm particularly irritated with. (dont go guessing, you'll probably get it wrong, though only one person knows who i'm talking about.) lets call him mr X. (familiar ay? doesn't mean it's a he. oh shit. history homework.) everything mr X does is starting to piss me off. mr X doesnt seem to get it either. what the hell is wrong with you? why do you do what you do? sometimes i'll try to avoid, sometimes i'll try to ignore, sometimes i'll even pretend it doesnt bother me.. but in the end it just does. if i need a reason to withdraw, this is probably why. fish.
;4:59 PM
Sunday, February 18, 2007
IT'S CHINESE NEW YEAR! HAPPY NEW YEAR.Today is kind of a bad day. I didnt sleep well. I woke up thrice this morning to shit. I dreamt that i had to go to the toilet in my dream. (When i woke up i was like, didnt i just use the toilet. Gay shit.) And i also dreamt that my classmates and i were building a house to protect ourselves from incoming crocodiles. What dreams.I went to visit my relatives. Collected nice hongbaos. AND killed my nice (I love it because all my messages are inside.) PHONE. I was using the toilet when it dropped into the drainage. Not in the toilet bowl, but the drain. (Thanks alot. Fish.) Anyway, the main point is that my phone died in that accident. I mourned for my handphone, which was really embarassing in front of my relatives. (It wasnt a flood, just maybe a slight drizzle.) My cousin was really nice though. We couldnt pick it up with the stick, so he just stuck his hand into the drain and fished it out for me. He comforted me and helped me test my sim card. (My favourite cousin. Heh.) Anyway, my sim card works, but i dont have a phone to put it in, so nobody will be able to contact me. If there's anything important, call my home phone please. (What "important" thing will there be?)I'm starting a buy a-new-phone-fund. Current Amount: $10.90 (since there was that i@fun thing for the school's aircon.) I am not going to forego my psp. (Opportunity cost of buying a psp.)Everyone else have a nice holiday.
;3:56 AM
Sunday, February 04, 2007
hello. i've been delaying blogging.anyway. last friday. i crashed tj to meet shermin, and it's great to see her again. although we would probably meet sometime this week or next week. (no moe no! not so soon! i don't want my results. spoiling the spirit of chinese new year hong bao collecting, unless they are good of course.) i dont think they listen to people like me. i crashed their soccer training and yes i do like it there. the food is nicer (much) and cheaper. (chicken rice.) they have a nice coach and nice seniors. (not that ij ones aren't nice.) training is definately tough-er there, but that's good. (what's the use of slack-y training.) i am aiming for tj. but it's not as easy as people like to make it sound. how does one turn a 20 in to a less than 10? (if you tell me to switch the 2 and the 0, i'll smack you. (: ) (speak of the devil. -answers sms.) and before this i was aiming for mj. (though that's harder.) shermin's influence ay. i'll probably not get there. but it's always good to dream. all is well. yesterdays soccer match between thailand and singapore ended with a draw with singapore winning on aggregate. i really thought that thailand should have won because they simply played better than singapore. but in all fairness, singapore deserved it, as they pulled off a goal. though i was angered when the thai player (no.7?) headbutted/spit (couldn't tell, but he did either one) at our singapore player during the seond half though. i wanted to give him a yellow card. (but i'm not the ref, i'll probably be a damn biased one mind you.) what a display of poor sportmanship. and the jeerings. i hope future games will not be like this one. this shows how immature people can be, even adults. (i'm talking about EVERYONE who jeers at other teams) if you want to jeer. jeer inside your dark,black,evil heart/head/brain. (no one can hear the jeers, people like me won't comment, and everyone is happy.) you can then go home and unleash your anger by drawing an "x" on the nice white wall (if your parents disagree, you can tell them that you'll use a pencil and rub it off later.) and hitting your head repeatedly against it. no. its never good to keep your feelings inside. let it all out! (: (i'm not serious. please do not go and do this then say "yiying said so". i already have plans for hong bao money.)if you want to cheer on the other hand, go right ahead.
i love my friends. (both tkgs and ijc.)
though i'm still not really that close to my ij classmates. (not as close as those in tkg.) but in this given time, we've really bonded. though i feel that there are some secrets i rather keep. (not everyone thinks similarly.) we are close and yet not quite. how they make me laugh. even the boys. (each in their own special and unique ways.) i'm being cursed by boris, which is why i've been saying alot of "so lame". so excuse me. i will really miss them when we leave. (not so soon..)
if you want to know why i've been using so much brackets and italics, i have no idea either. i'm just in the mood.
;4:39 PM
Friday, February 02, 2007
shall blog about today tmr. because my parents are behind and because for the first time i'm tired after soccer training. my bed is calling for me.
;8:29 PM